Creation began on 08-31-18

Creation ended on 09-01-18

Attack on Titan

The Princess and the Sword: Prologue

A/N: Nobody has done this before, so I take pride in being the first to do so, just to see where it goes over time.

Time and space were so objective, they were meaningless as it drifted across multiple existence. For as long as it could remember, it had been a part of, guided, and even fell from many people that were part of a long line of select individuals going back to the beginning of forgotten history and forward into the unknown future. Every one of them remembered as heroes, saints, martyrs, angels, the overlooked, the despised, the lost and the damned that were actually blessed. They all made their mark in existence and became part of its own existence, even after their passing, keeping it from becoming distressed by its solitude.

But now, it was alone again, stranded somewhere across time and space that it knew nothing about, unable to do anything without a chosen individual able to unlock its potential so they could achieve theirs.

They will come for you, a voice had told it. They will come…greatest need…defy fate…retake the throne…save a dying nation…life…

The world around it rumbled. There was so much noise, nothing made sense. Until it had collided with something else that was either fortunate or unfortunate enough to be present.

BOOM! The force of the impact was so extreme that it sensed scattered traces of life around it.

There were…trees, tall as the eye could see, obscuring the sky. A creature, resembling a large, nude human, with large claws and fangs…and a little girl…with blond hair, a petite build…and a doomed life. Somehow, the impact of its arrival had caused her considerable injury. The girl would die unless it did something to save her…and it did do something.

Silently moving across the ground, it climbed atop the girl, spreading across her body, finding a home on the wrist of her right hand, and began to mend her wounds. As it healed her, it began to read her past, realizing a life of pain…and self-loathing. A man she only saw once, a woman that only spoke to her two times in her life, both times full of spite towards her, distant memories of a young woman that showed her kindness she hadn't received from many others in her past, but she was unable to recall them for some reason…and another young woman that she cared for, willing to go wherever she would go.

Reiss, it spoke out in the girl's unconscious mind. Historia Reiss. Your time is now. I wasn't there for you in the past, but I am here for you now. Retake your life, reclaim your name, and tear down the walls of your future and those of your friends and allies. I will help you to accomplish this goal. From now on, we are bonded, you and I.

"Who…" The girl, Historia, spoke, swearing that she heard a voice speak to her. "Who…who are you?"

Digitabulum Magae, Lann Cailleach, la Lame de Sorciere, the Balance. I have been called many names over many lifetimes, many generations. My most commonly-referred designation, however, has always been…the Witchblade.

"The…Witchblade…"

That's right. Rest for now. Aid will be here for you in a moment.

"Down there!" Historia heard a voice call out. "There they are!"

"What was that thing?!" Another voice went. "It collided right into the trees and sent everything flying away!"

"And it sent these guys flying away, too," added a third voice. "It looks like we're in luck. They're out cold."

"Quickly, then," a fourth voice uttered, "grab everyone and get out of here."

Historia wasn't sure who picked her up, but felt some degree of safety in their arms now. But she worried for Ymir, too. Her only hope right now was that she was okay.

What…has…happened? She wondered before she lost consciousness completely.

To be continued…

A/N: I'll be honest, I had to use both my box set of Witchblade and Google Translate to make sure the names in different languages were right, but, yeah, Historia Reiss will be the wielder of the Witchblade. If you have a problem with that, I'll hear from you. Again, nobody else has done something of this sort, so I take pride in attempting it.